I like to be carried most of the time. But once in a while I’ll let Mommy and Daddy hold me while sitting down. Daddy found a comfy position for him on the couch where he could prop one arm up on the armrest to support my weight. That changed the angle of everything. As you can see on my face, I’m not sure how I feel about this new cradling position.
It’s nice to be held and cradled, but sometimes I just wanna chill on the couch and watch TV like one of the boys. (The TV wasn’t on, but you get the idea.)
